The rev counters of each motorcycle are soaring, the values are soaring, the roar is like echoing, and it is like the roar of a wild beast that is unwilling to be restrained.

Everyone had their revs under their hands under their seats.

Li Tong pulled down the goggles, and the white falcon under the seat suddenly lost its restraints, and sprinted out in an instant.

Immediately after, one motorcycle after another sprinted out, and at the end, Chen Xing also sprinted out, and the black-green ninja drew a trajectory.

Everyone tacitly worked to ramp up the revs and then kept shifting, all over fourth gear and into fifth gear.

Hehe, although it is a bicycle club, how can it not even drive 60 yards, then they will lose the fun of riding.

"Boom~~———"

A motorcycle's white streamlined falcon skimmed over a corner, and just after the car's shadow, the fallen leaves on the ground were blown in the air by the strong wind raised by the car, and before the fallen leaves could return to the ground, another motorcycle flew by.

One after another, if the leaf is sentient, it must want to scold, damn it, let people not sleep?

Chen Xing turned to the side a little, shifting his center of gravity a little, and the ninja under the seat also shifted slightly and turned against the inside of the curve, lifting the fallen leaf for the last time.

Chen Xing's eyes in the black helmet gathered, he was not only enjoying the pleasure brought to him by speed, he was also experiencing every detail of the motorcycle under his seat, every turn, every acceleration, every offset, every vibration.

His own feel, the gear selection of the turn, the timing of the shift, the size of the accelerator, the braking strength, the braking point, the driving route, Chen Xing's mind kept processing these things.

The super high intelligence made his brain run like the engine of the ninja under the seat, processing the news with ease, and at the same time, there was constantly information pouring out of the motorcycle skills in his brain, making Chen Xing constantly change the operation and make the car condition more smooth.

At this time, the speed of the car group has been pulled to seventy yards, and Li Tong, who is leading at this speed, no longer accelerates, they are car friends who love motorcycles, and this speed is enough.

Chen Xing's eyes were shining, his body controlled the ninja under the seat, and the physical strength and energy of his body were constantly fading, and the speed of this disappearance was far beyond the physical strength and energy spent by ordinary people driving motorcycles.

And in exchange for this, it is the proficiency of the motorcycle skills in the brain that are constantly improving, little by little.

The uninhabited mountain road has become an amusement park for this group of people at this time, and the motorcycle has sped past the street lamp, pulling a black shadow on the cement road and disappearing in an instant, looking for the next street lamp, and the next black shadow will appear.

After more than forty minutes, Chen Xing's rapid consumption of physical strength and energy made him sweat, but fortunately, now his energy and physical strength have reached four points, and it will not make him as tired as before.

More than forty minutes is a long time, and the speed is not very fast, but it is not so easy to drive to seventy yards on the mountain road, and Chen Xing estimates that the people of the anti-Hong Kong car club should also rest.

Chen Xing was about to make a turn when suddenly there was a roar in his ears, which directly overshadowed the voice of the ninja under him.

The familiar four-cylinder engine roared violently, and when I heard it, the word "power" came to mind.

Chen Xing was making a turn when the roar behind him quickly approached.

Feeling that the speed at which the sound was approaching was not quite right, Chen Xing looked in the rearview mirror and saw the rapidly approaching vehicle behind him.

The streamlined body and the sticker "Falcon" on the front of the car already explain where this motorcycle came from.

The Falcon with a displacement of 1340cc is the one ridden by Li Tong, the organizer of the Anti-Hong Kong Bicycle Club.

However, the color of this falcon is different from Li Tong's, it is pure black, and the car has been modified with many LED lights, shining with a faint blue light, like a ghost in the mountain road in the dark night.

But this ghost has a hurry!

The speed of the motor was transmitted to Chen Xing's ears, and Chen Xing could roughly judge a speed.

At least, more than a hundred yards.

Even if the bend is not big, this speed is exaggerated enough.

What made Chen Xing frown slightly was that this car didn't have any idea of slowing down, this dark falcon with a blue glow.

Want to overtake!

In fact, it is nothing to overtake, and Chen Xing's speed is not fast, but Chen Xing is very close to the inside of the road when turning, and then it is a drainage ditch, obviously the space left by Chen Xing is not enough for a large displacement motorcycle weighing more than 250kg to drive through.

The black falcon approached quickly, the roaring engine was close at hand, and on the black falcon sat a man dressed in tight black, wearing a black helmet, and he couldn't see it.

There was no brake, no signal, just sprinted, to overtake Chen Xing's left side, even if there was no place there.

Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, Chen Xing didn't have the idea of being fierce, he was not a young man, since the other party wanted to overtake, then let him overtake, Chen Xing moved the front of the car and opened the distance from the drainage ditch.

The pitch-black falcon almost flew past Chen Xing's ninja, and Chen Xing could feel the wind blowing on his body, making his clothes tight.

Young people now.

Chen Xing looked at the Hayabusa that was speeding away, sighed, and continued to drive his ninja.

Soon the angry scolding from the front was heard.

It was clear that the pitch-black Falcon had used the same method to outperform the members of the Rider Club in front.

Chen Xing quickly caught up with the members of the car club in front, it was the pink-haired He Yanlin, of course Chen Xing didn't recognize it by his hair, He Yanlin put on the helmet and the pink hair was also in the helmet.

He can see it by looking at his figure, the convex and backward figure is still very easy to distinguish, and there is only He Yanlin as a woman among the people who come to the anti-Hong Kong car club today.

The speed of the motorcycle driven by He Yanlin had slowed down, and Chen Xing came to He Yanlin's side and pressed the brake, pressing the speed to the same speed as He Yanlin.

"Are you okay?" Chen Xing opened the goggles of his helmet and asked He Yanlin.

"It's okay, but that car is really a bastard!" He Yanlin scolded, and she naturally scolded the dark falcon with a blue glow.

That way of overtaking is too dangerous and completely unnecessary.

It's like passing by on purpose, and the owner of the car is going to use this way to force them back and let everyone make way for him.

As if mocking.

Chen Xing and He Yanlin drove together, and after driving for long, they saw that the car in front of them had stopped.

A bunch of people were around, and seeing this situation, Chen Xing and He Yanlin both knew that something was wrong.

The black-green ninja braked in front of the crowd, Chen Xing took off his helmet, put his helmet on the saddle and walked towards the crowd around, and He Yanlin, who took off his helmet, revealing his short pink hair.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing stepped forward and asked.

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